Little 'Ol Bug

Have you ever asked, "why?";  As a bird passed you by?
Will you fly, like a bird, when you die?

As you walk through the trees;  Is there something you see?
Are those wings, of a bee that you spy?

Then, I spy on a bug.  Just a little 'ol bug;
I think twice, as I lift up my shoe.

Then I set it back down;  Ask myself, "could it be?"
Could the bug on the ground have been you?

When this life ends for me;  Wonder where I will be?
Wonder what, in this world I will do?

So, the next time you see;  Some  'ol bug on the ground
Wonder what, you will do with YOUR shoe?

We don't know where we'll be;  What we'll do;  Where we'll go
We don't know, what it is we may see

But, I wonder myself ;  At the end of this life,
Will that bug on the ground then be ME?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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